A close family who has found themselves stranded on an
island after a shipwreck - By J. D. Wyss

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and made an oven to dry them well. The same evening we all set to work to peel and afterwards to beat the flax and strip off the bark; and lastly, to comb it with my carding machine. I took this task on myself, and drew out distaffs full of long soft flax ready for spinning; my wife was de­lighted, and wanted me to make her a wheel without delay. It was no easy task, but at last I succeeded, whereupon she fell so eagerly to spinning that she had no time for anything else.
On our first visit to Tent House we found the ravages of winter considerable ; the tempest and rain had beaten down the tent, and made havoc amongst our provisions. Luckily our handsome pinnace was safe, but our tub boat was in too shattered a state to be of any further use.
In looking over the stores we found the gun­powder, of which I had left three barrels in the tent, the most damaged. This gave me the idea of searching for a cavern, in which we might store the remainder more safely. After hunting care­fully in all directions we found a hole which, though not large in itself, seemed to form the entrance to a mighty grotto. I despatched Jack on the buffalo to Falcon Stream, to tell his
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